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isn't that all of us? we care most about who we like, love, need and the people against us? fuck those people
they're just... obvious about it
they're just... obvious about it
Hmm. I do agree with your view, to a point. The way I see it, they did not just say "fxck those people".
They said "fuck your people" at the same time they claimed life was sacred. That, to me, is unforgivable. At least I did not pretend the lives of some were not worth more.
They said "fuck your people" at the same time they claimed life was sacred. That, to me, is unforgivable. At least I did not pretend the lives of some were not worth more.
Edited 2024-10-28 01:23 (UTC)
oh, yes. you didn't know that? he is the rightful king of the country i'm from. we met there, by chance. well i say by chance, it was more likely by design of the witch we were both involved with. he is trying to reclaim his throne, that's why he can't stay here.
No, I did not. I mean, most everyone has someone from their world. But, I never really assume what I have not observed or overheard.
[ There are a couple of stragglers, he has found. Lone individuals from solitary realms, who must forge relations among others busy with their kin and familiar own. Bit challenging, when there's all that pre-existing baggage to catch up on. ]
As long as he does not go around pretending his claim there means anything here, I wish him luck.
[ LIKE SOME PEOPLE ]
Even if I cannot imagine such a thing. Mortals have no authority to rule, where I am from. It is a patently foolish notion, to allow short-lived creatures such oversight.
[ There are a couple of stragglers, he has found. Lone individuals from solitary realms, who must forge relations among others busy with their kin and familiar own. Bit challenging, when there's all that pre-existing baggage to catch up on. ]
As long as he does not go around pretending his claim there means anything here, I wish him luck.
[ LIKE SOME PEOPLE ]
Even if I cannot imagine such a thing. Mortals have no authority to rule, where I am from. It is a patently foolish notion, to allow short-lived creatures such oversight.
vampires are not short-lived compared to humans. but if it is gods you mean, then we have none of those anymore. they died long ago. that's why our world is dying, too.
there's little left of them. stories passed down, that's all. no shrines or temples, no songs. it's why it fascinates me, the way gods are worshipped in other places. our culture lost all of that.
[ it upsets him more than he can say, and always has. no one else he knew was ever so preoccupied with it. he can't say why. ]
there's little left of them. stories passed down, that's all. no shrines or temples, no songs. it's why it fascinates me, the way gods are worshipped in other places. our culture lost all of that.
[ it upsets him more than he can say, and always has. no one else he knew was ever so preoccupied with it. he can't say why. ]
[ Compared to him, everyone here classifies as "mortal". It means they're capable of dying. Human, vampire, onward. They have an end, he does not. ]
Gods do not die. Are you certain they were not called back to the cosmic sea? That happens. If they died... the world would be entirely unmade.
At least, that is how it is known to me. And I am a god forgotten and erased from knowledge.
Gods do not die. Are you certain they were not called back to the cosmic sea? That happens. If they died... the world would be entirely unmade.
At least, that is how it is known to me. And I am a god forgotten and erased from knowledge.
[ set is more correct than dani could know. ]
i'm not certain of anything, i only know the stories. and they are many, and vague.
but they never seemed right to me. i don't know. they say the sun god luminor loved the moon goddess nocturna, but she rejected him because they could not be together. he lashed out, and in his rage he killed her. then when he saw what he had done he was overcome with grief, and buried her far beneath the earth. then he killed himself, because he couldn't live with it.
later a group of humans found the corpse of nocturna and defiled it, and that was how the first vampires were made. and it was the end of humanity, because after that the vampires took control.
i'm not certain of anything, i only know the stories. and they are many, and vague.
but they never seemed right to me. i don't know. they say the sun god luminor loved the moon goddess nocturna, but she rejected him because they could not be together. he lashed out, and in his rage he killed her. then when he saw what he had done he was overcome with grief, and buried her far beneath the earth. then he killed himself, because he couldn't live with it.
later a group of humans found the corpse of nocturna and defiled it, and that was how the first vampires were made. and it was the end of humanity, because after that the vampires took control.
[ he listens with rapt attention, envisioning a land far away with different rules and many gods, and a sea and sand. a living world, a good world. ]
I would love that. Yes, please!
What are those animals on your boat, you said they were sacred. What do they mean to you?
I would love that. Yes, please!
What are those animals on your boat, you said they were sacred. What do they mean to you?
Then, before it is too cold and the lake freezes over, I will take you sailing.
[ And inevitably, he'll crash-course Daniil in HOW to sail. Because if there's one thing Set loves more than his degree in yapology, it's MENTORING PEOPLE. ]
To make a long explanation shorter: gods such as I are multiple things all at once. I am a man, as you can see. I am also an animal, and the endless, arid desert that form part of the Egyptian lands. I mean that quite literally. The animals you saw are called "antelope". I am one of them.
Have you never seen an antelope in your world?
[ And inevitably, he'll crash-course Daniil in HOW to sail. Because if there's one thing Set loves more than his degree in yapology, it's MENTORING PEOPLE. ]
To make a long explanation shorter: gods such as I are multiple things all at once. I am a man, as you can see. I am also an animal, and the endless, arid desert that form part of the Egyptian lands. I mean that quite literally. The animals you saw are called "antelope". I am one of them.
Have you never seen an antelope in your world?
[ daniil your world is SO WORRISOME, like beyond the breeding program you already mentioned ( which is DEEPLY disturbing to set in a way that he cannot currently articulate ) ]
I can only speak for the experience I have, but — I managed to kill my brother. Even then, my sister resurrected him. However, he is trapped in Duat, unable to leave the underworld due to what I did. For gods to... truly kill one another, and kill themselves, is strange to me. Nigh-impossible. Even at my trial, they hesitated to put an end to my existence. Without us, certain aspects of the world have no foundation upon which to hold meaning. That is our purpose.
So, I would not say your hesitation to believe in the stories is wrong. I may not know your world or its make... but, I would not tell you to disavow yourself that uncertainty. Men like you often shake the understanding of the world among your kind.
[ he also will not speak on the topic of humans defiling a god's body, especially a corpse... it's too close to a difficult memory. ]
I can only speak for the experience I have, but — I managed to kill my brother. Even then, my sister resurrected him. However, he is trapped in Duat, unable to leave the underworld due to what I did. For gods to... truly kill one another, and kill themselves, is strange to me. Nigh-impossible. Even at my trial, they hesitated to put an end to my existence. Without us, certain aspects of the world have no foundation upon which to hold meaning. That is our purpose.
So, I would not say your hesitation to believe in the stories is wrong. I may not know your world or its make... but, I would not tell you to disavow yourself that uncertainty. Men like you often shake the understanding of the world among your kind.
[ he also will not speak on the topic of humans defiling a god's body, especially a corpse... it's too close to a difficult memory. ]
i don't see a difference, i guess. unless the whole point is about the pretending that all lives mattered in the first place
I am a diligent student and always, but you should not mistake me for one of your own. I mean to build myself a weapon. I'm like to hear what your thoughts would be for the best kind.
[ protection. that's one of his biggest motivators, especially with this cursed game in progress. he can appreciate set's arrogance, if not the intelligence lacking in his actions as of recent. the man is... eccentric, detrimentally so. ]
Shall we sit?
[ protection. that's one of his biggest motivators, especially with this cursed game in progress. he can appreciate set's arrogance, if not the intelligence lacking in his actions as of recent. the man is... eccentric, detrimentally so. ]
Shall we sit?
Those who partake in war are always mine. That is as inevitable as the sun rising at dawn, to set in the eve. Balk and bare teeth as you will, it will never be within your power to escape my domain.
[ He doesn't sound harsh as he speaks it; there is an unmistakable power in his words. The suffocating, fearsome weight of an ancient, endless being that speaks not in whim or potential, but in concrete fact. Ah. If only he could actively access the memories of the time he built a railgun and nuked half a city for Aemond to know of, sighs. ]
Unless you become a pacifist.
[ Set sits. The shotgun resting over his lap as he begins to dismantle it, eyes fixated upon the man before him; his hands work independent, field stripping the tool slowly, surely. Sand billows in thin ribbons from his wrists to unscrew portions, pry free coil and lever. A shell sits on his thigh, for later. ]
Not a bad idea. Close to mine own. Very well. To begin: tell me what your purpose for it is. A weapon must always have a use.
[ He doesn't sound harsh as he speaks it; there is an unmistakable power in his words. The suffocating, fearsome weight of an ancient, endless being that speaks not in whim or potential, but in concrete fact. Ah. If only he could actively access the memories of the time he built a railgun and nuked half a city for Aemond to know of, sighs. ]
Unless you become a pacifist.
[ Set sits. The shotgun resting over his lap as he begins to dismantle it, eyes fixated upon the man before him; his hands work independent, field stripping the tool slowly, surely. Sand billows in thin ribbons from his wrists to unscrew portions, pry free coil and lever. A shell sits on his thigh, for later. ]
Not a bad idea. Close to mine own. Very well. To begin: tell me what your purpose for it is. A weapon must always have a use.
( it isn't the first time set has left him on read, and shanks suspects it probably won't be the last: the next time shanks implies something of that nature, he won't be surprised if set is quick to retreat. not that it particularly bothers him, not that he ever expects anything of it, even if right now it leaves him with nothing more than his thoughts and his hand and his warm, sweat-damp skin that conjures the memory of set's mouth, the heat of his tongue.
shanks rarely indulges in fantasies, too disinterested in his own pleasure to bother most of the time, the shape of his desire molded by what others would want from him, a sandcastle on the beach easily dashed by an oncoming wave — but by the time he recognizes set's approach, the evidence of shanks' indulgence is clear: his hair more unkempt than usual, the stains on the robe he'd used to clean himself with, the distinct scent of arousal still clinging to his skin.
he drinks set in, from the slops of his bare shoulders to the subtle dip of his waist and then back up, drawn in by the fullness of set's mouth, the intensity of his gaze. shanks tilts his head as if to consider the questions set poses, or perhaps to invite him closer, mouth quirking lazily at the weight of set's hand upon him and the heat that touch coils in his belly. is this what it is to be a grain of sand under the heat of the desert sun? )
I am only a man. ( as if to prove his point, shanks slides set's hand lower until it brushes the flushed head of his cock, all the while holding set's gaze with the unwavering confidence of someone saying i dare you, the unspoken challenge etched in the corners of his mouth like ancient texts carved into stone. ) How could that compare to the divine?
( the nose, of course, barely even registers. why would it when the face that so often occupies shanks' mind has one just like it? he hasn't spoken to buggy in decades, has only heard of buggy's antics secondhand — but shanks knows buggy better than he knows anyone, is intimately familiar with his particular brand of intensity, even if neither of them knew what they were doing then or what it meant to stare at each other and want to be consumed. he doesn't have to imagine what it might be like now, both of them grown, both of them starving — all he really has to do is look at set. )
shanks rarely indulges in fantasies, too disinterested in his own pleasure to bother most of the time, the shape of his desire molded by what others would want from him, a sandcastle on the beach easily dashed by an oncoming wave — but by the time he recognizes set's approach, the evidence of shanks' indulgence is clear: his hair more unkempt than usual, the stains on the robe he'd used to clean himself with, the distinct scent of arousal still clinging to his skin.
he drinks set in, from the slops of his bare shoulders to the subtle dip of his waist and then back up, drawn in by the fullness of set's mouth, the intensity of his gaze. shanks tilts his head as if to consider the questions set poses, or perhaps to invite him closer, mouth quirking lazily at the weight of set's hand upon him and the heat that touch coils in his belly. is this what it is to be a grain of sand under the heat of the desert sun? )
I am only a man. ( as if to prove his point, shanks slides set's hand lower until it brushes the flushed head of his cock, all the while holding set's gaze with the unwavering confidence of someone saying i dare you, the unspoken challenge etched in the corners of his mouth like ancient texts carved into stone. ) How could that compare to the divine?
( the nose, of course, barely even registers. why would it when the face that so often occupies shanks' mind has one just like it? he hasn't spoken to buggy in decades, has only heard of buggy's antics secondhand — but shanks knows buggy better than he knows anyone, is intimately familiar with his particular brand of intensity, even if neither of them knew what they were doing then or what it meant to stare at each other and want to be consumed. he doesn't have to imagine what it might be like now, both of them grown, both of them starving — all he really has to do is look at set. )
[ It's very nice and convenient that Set's username is simply his name. It makes it nice and easy to look up! Because perhaps a day or so after fun times (?) at the Ren Faire, he's getting a text from someone who did not do that. ]
You. Are you the one who announced himself as the god of war at that pointless festival?
[ It seems a bit silly to ask, but... Considering some of the usernames he's seen, he might as well confirm. ]
You. Are you the one who announced himself as the god of war at that pointless festival?
[ It seems a bit silly to ask, but... Considering some of the usernames he's seen, he might as well confirm. ]
[ The temptation to be mouthy is strong, but if there's anything that gives Marazhai pause, it's anything calling themselves a god. Considering the withering gaze of She Who Thirsts that's followed him until setting foot here, he'd rather not draw ire of more.
...Not that he'll be respectful, though, exactly. It's better than his baseline and that's all you can ask. ]
Hardly. It is easy to call yourself a god. The mon-keigh seem overly fond of it, after all.
But I am curious to speak to a supposed god, even so. Especially one who claims such interesting desires. What creatures worship you now?
...Not that he'll be respectful, though, exactly. It's better than his baseline and that's all you can ask. ]
Hardly. It is easy to call yourself a god. The mon-keigh seem overly fond of it, after all.
But I am curious to speak to a supposed god, even so. Especially one who claims such interesting desires. What creatures worship you now?
I am not "calling" myself a god, any more than you "call" yourself what you are.
[ honestly, he's heard it enough. "prove it", "you call yourself that", "gods don't exist" — the casual stupidity of other beings is laughable. for each one who dismisses his existence, he both grows closer to MURDERING THEM ALL and dismissing theirs in return. ]
As for who worships me, I have discerning tastes and high standards. No matter what came before, I find myself happy to pick and choose. I only want the best!
[ honestly, he's heard it enough. "prove it", "you call yourself that", "gods don't exist" — the casual stupidity of other beings is laughable. for each one who dismisses his existence, he both grows closer to MURDERING THEM ALL and dismissing theirs in return. ]
As for who worships me, I have discerning tastes and high standards. No matter what came before, I find myself happy to pick and choose. I only want the best!
[ you know you've got him there set ]
You misunderstand. I mean it literally, as in what species. I have only known the mon-keigh to worship one god (that I would not call such), and all of the gods of my kin have been eaten by Sai'lanthresh.
That is why I am curious. I would have thought that She Who Thirsts would have devoured you all.
You misunderstand. I mean it literally, as in what species. I have only known the mon-keigh to worship one god (that I would not call such), and all of the gods of my kin have been eaten by Sai'lanthresh.
That is why I am curious. I would have thought that She Who Thirsts would have devoured you all.
Oh! Humans, mostly. I am from a human world. There is also a very lovely vampire who pays me in devotion, here.I accept all kinds, though! Not everyone is strong enough to handle my attentions.
Who is She Who Thirsts? Sounds like Hathor after she spots a new man-of-the-week. [ CURIOUS ]
Who is She Who Thirsts? Sounds like Hathor after she spots a new man-of-the-week. [ CURIOUS ]
Surprising. Do some of the mon-keigh call your worship heresy?
[ He'll return to the strength required for his attention later... Explaining SHe Who Thirsts seems like a better place to start before that. ]
Sai'lanthresh, She Who Thirsts, Slaanesh. All the same name for the Prince of Pleasure and Lord of Excess. So, perhaps like this Hathor. To look upon him or hear his voice is to become his pleasure. Eaten, eventually. But I assume he would fuck your soul first, yes.
[ how does that work he does not know and he does not WANT to thanks ♥ ]
He truly is not familiar to you?
[ He'll return to the strength required for his attention later... Explaining SHe Who Thirsts seems like a better place to start before that. ]
Sai'lanthresh, She Who Thirsts, Slaanesh. All the same name for the Prince of Pleasure and Lord of Excess. So, perhaps like this Hathor. To look upon him or hear his voice is to become his pleasure. Eaten, eventually. But I assume he would fuck your soul first, yes.
[ how does that work he does not know and he does not WANT to thanks ♥ ]
He truly is not familiar to you?
[ Their ruse had lasted only the night, in the end. And that was all that was needed: for "Shanks" to be swept off the board, lost among the tangle of kills and hidden by death. If he were dead before the wolfing hour, there would be no draw to target him. That Set could be so generous to suggest the ruse ( and carry it out, personally ) is both self-serving and selfless; he is, after all, a god of distant vision and clarity. Something that sees a grander picture and spoils it with his petulance.
Leaving Shanks tucked away in the garden of sand, silent and playing along so faithfully — it's like having a handsome bauble ( a treat; a gift; a secret ) to return to and look over from time to time. He's not so shallow as to not understand that — he's stolen the redhaired man from his friends, both his "life" and his presence. That Shanks had allowed himself to be stolen away.
That's a strange trait, for a man to have, Set thinks. It does things to him that he doesn't know how to describe. Only that the intensity feels like when Horus looks upon him, single-minded and devoted and yearning. An intent so hungry he wants to cry, pained and eager, for it. ]
You are. [ A man.
Set slides one hand around the back of Shanks's neck, urging him up into an easy kiss. The warm heat of his mouth passing in slow pulls, teeth rolling his bottom lip soft between them. ]
I thought that men did not do well alone, with only themselves for company. You seem fine enough.
[ Entertained, even. Wet with eagerness he'd needed to display to Set's eye, like dick was a lure and he was a fish. Honestly, he doesn't understand men sometimes — doesn't think of himself as attracted to their sex, the way he strays toward the natural draw of women. And yet, he doesn't falter in wrapping his pale fingers around the pink, stiff head of Shanks's cock — thumb stroking across the ridge of flesh connecting it to the length of him. ]
I thought you were more patient than this, Shanks. Did you think of me? Like this? Or did you look outside and think of me like that? Which "me" put you in this state, you desperate thing?
Leaving Shanks tucked away in the garden of sand, silent and playing along so faithfully — it's like having a handsome bauble ( a treat; a gift; a secret ) to return to and look over from time to time. He's not so shallow as to not understand that — he's stolen the redhaired man from his friends, both his "life" and his presence. That Shanks had allowed himself to be stolen away.
That's a strange trait, for a man to have, Set thinks. It does things to him that he doesn't know how to describe. Only that the intensity feels like when Horus looks upon him, single-minded and devoted and yearning. An intent so hungry he wants to cry, pained and eager, for it. ]
You are. [ A man.
Set slides one hand around the back of Shanks's neck, urging him up into an easy kiss. The warm heat of his mouth passing in slow pulls, teeth rolling his bottom lip soft between them. ]
I thought that men did not do well alone, with only themselves for company. You seem fine enough.
[ Entertained, even. Wet with eagerness he'd needed to display to Set's eye, like dick was a lure and he was a fish. Honestly, he doesn't understand men sometimes — doesn't think of himself as attracted to their sex, the way he strays toward the natural draw of women. And yet, he doesn't falter in wrapping his pale fingers around the pink, stiff head of Shanks's cock — thumb stroking across the ridge of flesh connecting it to the length of him. ]
I thought you were more patient than this, Shanks. Did you think of me? Like this? Or did you look outside and think of me like that? Which "me" put you in this state, you desperate thing?
Edited 2024-11-16 15:32 (UTC)
There aren't many animals, generally.
[ a beat. ]
I don't think you'd like my world. I don't like my world, it's--
Dark, and dying, and hopeless. I've seen the odd deer, out in the woods where the werewolves were hunting. Is that anything like an antelope?
[ a beat. ]
I don't think you'd like my world. I don't like my world, it's--
Dark, and dying, and hopeless. I've seen the odd deer, out in the woods where the werewolves were hunting. Is that anything like an antelope?
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